CHAPTER 11
RILEY
Her white hair was the first thing I saw as I ran up the church steps. She was out at the cemetery to the left of the building. I turned and made my way back down the steps and out to where she was wandering around. The relief at seeing her made my eyes fill up with more tears. My heart was still racing, and I doubted that would slow down quickly.
“Grandmamma,” I called out, not wanting to startle her.
She paused and looked up at me, her eyes full of the confusion I so often saw there. She didn’t respond but continued to watch me.
“Grandmamma, what are you doing?” I asked, careful not to scold her for leaving the house because the doctors said she wouldn’t understand when she did something wrong or remember it next time.
“I think . . . ,” she began, then trailed off and let her gaze scan the graves around her like she wasn’t sure what she thought.
“Did you get lost?” I asked trying to sound casual and not frantic.
She turned back to me and nodded.
“Well, good news is I’m here to take you home. Mom will be here in just a minute and she’ll give us a ride. Then I can make you some breakfast. Don’t you want something to eat? You’ve got to be starving.”
Again she nodded.
I heard Bryony call, “Momma,” from behind me and I let out another sigh to try and calm myself before turning to her and Brady. I owed him a big thank-you for helping. It wasn’t expected.
“The baby’s here,” Grandmamma said.
“Yes, she’s here too.”
“She needs to eat breakfast. I was going to fix her oats and strawberries,” Grandmamma said.
“That’s a good idea. We need to get home first, though.”
Brady and Bryony stopped beside me, and I smiled at him. “Thank you for your help. She’s okay,” I told him, although that was kind of obvious.
He nodded. “I’m glad. I’ll go tell West. Do you need a ride or anything?”
I shook my head. “Mom’s on her way.”
“Okay. Well, I’ll see you around,” he said, then gave my grandmother a smile before leaving us there and heading back toward town and his truck.
“Bye-bye,” Bryony called out after him.
He paused, then turned back and flashed her with a grin that I will admit was hard not to get a little fluttery over. Then he waved at her before once again walking away.
“Why are we here?” Grandmamma asked me.
“I think you must have come out for a morning walk and didn’t tell me. We don’t need to do that anymore. If you want to walk, I will go with you,” I told her, knowing that was pointless. She’d forget this happened any minute now.
“Go to pawk.” Bryony added her suggestion with a clap of her hands. She’d not been happy that we had gone to the park and not stayed.
“Later today. First we have breakfast to cook. Aren’t you hungry?”
That got her attention. She nodded her head just as Mom pulled up.
* * *
I didn’t let Grandmamma out of my sight for the rest of the morning. From now on, Mom agreed she’d make sure I was awake and out of bed before she left the house. By the time I was able to take Bryony to the park I was so emotionally exhausted that all I did was sit and watch her play. I normally played with her, but today I didn’t have it in me. I just needed to sit and stare.
Several things had been running through my head since this morning’s scare. First of all, Brady helping me like he did. I had said I didn’t need a friend, but today I’d needed one, and he had come through.
Second, the fact that West had jumped in to help. West Ashby wasn’t known for his chivalry. I wasn’t sure what had gotten into him. I knew Brady had power with the football team, but from what I remember, West Ashby wasn’t one to easily be swayed. He hated me. Just like the rest of Lawton High School.
And this town.
Bryony had taken a liking to Brady. That wasn’t unusual, though. She liked just about everyone. Still, hearing her tell him bye today had struck a chord with me. Could I be friends with him? Did he actually want that? Did I actually want that?
“How are things at home? Is your grandmother okay after this morning’s excitement?” Brady’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
I blinked several times to get out of the trance I had been in, then turned my head back to look up at him. “She’s good,” I replied, not realizing Brady had walked up to the bench I was sitting on.
He glanced over at the slide where Bryony was playing. “I think she enjoyed the outing this morning, at least.”
She had. Bryony had seen it as one big adventure. “It was a game of hide-and-seek for her,” I agreed.
He shifted his feet, and the awkward silence that fell made me once again question what he was doing here. Had he come looking for me? It was after school, but I assumed he would have practice.
“So are you coming to the game Friday night?” he asked.
Was he an idiot? “Um, no,” I said. “You do remember who I am, right?”
He sighed and tucked his hands in his pockets. “It’s been two years. Things have changed at the Lawton house.”
I’d heard about those changes. At least what the rest of the town knew. I was sure Brady probably knew a lot more. The little I had heard talk about, Gunner was living in that big house alone. The owner. He’d inherited it all, and his dad had left town. I wasn’t sure where his mother was.
“Trust me, two years means nothing in this town,” I told him.
He didn’t respond right away, and I figured he knew I was right. It was how small towns worked. There was always a villain everyone was against. I was that person. The teenage girl who’d had a child at fifteen, hated because she’d simply told the truth.
“Maybe if you got out more and tried,” he suggested.
I just laughed. “Tried what exactly?” I had been hated by these people. They still turned their heads when I walked by them and acted as if they didn’t know me. Then there were the ones who looked at me with disgust or, even worse, pity. I didn’t want their self-righteous pity.
He didn’t have an answer for that. In the end he nodded. “Guess you’re right.” Then he waved at Bryony, who had noticed him, before saying, “See you around.” I watched him leave, and a part of me wished his suggestion were possible. Which was stupid, I knew. I had decided long ago I didn’t care what this town thought of me.
However, I missed having a friend my age. Brady had reminded me of that. His coming around was nice. But forgetting how he had turned on me was difficult. It made things complicated. Just because his charming smile and disregard for what people thought was endearing didn’t mean I could start trusting him.
Two years ago . . .
Spend-the-night parties at Ivy’s always ended this way. Kimmie would call boys, they’d come over, Serena and Kimmie would sneak out, and Ivy would go crying to her parents. Why I continued to come to these things, I didn’t know. Gunner had laughed at me when I told him I was going to this one tonight. His prediction that I wouldn’t stay may have been spot-on.
Ivy came back to her room sniffling while Naomi and Hillary looked nervously at each other. We were never sure what to expect with Ivy’s theatrics.
“Mom said y’all can stay. She’s calling their parents, though. They’ll never get invited here again.”
We all sat silently, but we knew that wasn’t the truth. Ivy wanted to be friends with Serena. She craved the popularity that came with being attached to Serena. I, for one, didn’t think it was so grand to be popular just because you had a certain reputation among guys. But Ivy apparently didn’t get that.
“I’m sorry, Ivy,” Hillary said, walking over to her to hug her. She was acting like her dog had just died. Seriously? We had these parties about once a month, and every time we did, those two ran off with boys. Why were we acting like this was a surprise?
“They did this the last three times you’ve had one of these this year. Why don’t you just stop inviting them?” I said, rolling my eyes and lying back on the sleeping bag I’d brought with me. I was debating walking home and waking up my parents with ringing the doorbell. If they were going to baby Ivy all night over this, I would. We were going into the tenth grade in a week. It was time everyone acted like it.
“Don’t be mean, Riley,” Hillary scolded me. “Ivy tries to include everyone.”
That was such a hilarious lie I almost laughed out loud. Ivy most certainly didn’t deserve the Mother Teresa award. The only reason that Naomi had been invited this time was that she had started dating West Ashby last week. Ivy only invited people she thought were important. I had been friends with Ivy since preschool, and I knew Ivy didn’t include “everyone.”
I considered pointing out that the only reason Hillary was here was because she’d had a summer romance with Brady Higgens and Ivy had her eye on Brady. Ivy was keeping her enemies close. Poor Hillary didn’t realize that, though, and I wasn’t going to be the one to tell her.
“Did you see who they left with? Rhett Lawton was driving. He’s a senior!” Ivy said in horror. Rhett was my boyfriend’s older brother. Serena wanted him bad. Everyone knew it.
“Connor and Joel were with him,” Naomi piped up.
Ivy nodded dramatically. “What are they thinking! Those boys only want sex.”
“It’s Serena’s favorite pastime,” Hillary said with disgust, although rumor had it she’d slept with Connor two weeks before she’d started dating Brady. I bit my lip to keep from smirking.
I closed my eyes and wondered if we would actually sleep tonight or discuss the wild ways of Serena and Kimmie. My bed really sounded good about now, and I missed it. The older we got, the more I felt myself wanting to pull away from them. We weren’t little girls anymore. Those days were gone. There was sex, boys, and drama in our lives that I wasn’t a big fan of. Yet here I stayed in the middle of it all. Listening.